Flashback Park

Retrieving memories before you have any verbal skills is odd to say the least. I have no idea why my mind must torture me so.  Seeing things but not being able to put words to it, just feelings, really sucks. I’m so very thankful I’m in therapy. I can’t even imagine how a person would


I’ve been having flashbacks of my childhood over the last few weeks. Memory’s I’ve repressed, come pouring in great detail when I have a quiet moment to myself.   I don’t like it one bit.  It’s like reliving it all over again but in a few minutes. Leaves me feeling raw, exposed, empty, and alone. Makes